Chapter 160 Don’t go to a lawyer to commit a crime, go to a mage!
You fucking shotgun asked us if we still have any members in the club?
Mr. Police, we are three good students!
"Check their criminal records and imprison those with records."
"Will those who have been imprisoned be imprisoned again?" Piette asked in a low voice.
"Quan! After I got out, I didn't study hard. I fooled around every day and was dragged to the prison to work on the sewing machine."
Anyway, the prison is in urgent need of manpower now.
"Where is "Locomotive" Felix Hills in Block 12?" Sweet said to the little girl with a shotgun in one hand.
The other party trembled in fright, "In the Sexoydrogas (sex and drug) bar."
Sweat was happy when he heard the name, "Contact EDN and let's go and see what era it is. , you dare to call this name, bring the rocket launcher, TMD.”
Why don't you call me "Silly X Victor?"
You will definitely be "as bright as a summer flower" by then.
"Grandma! Grandma!" The little boy over there was still crying, his voice was hoarse.
Sweat frowned, "Contact the funeral home, and then ask my colleagues to contact the family. If... there is no one left, send him to an orphanage."
He felt very tight in his chest now.
In the past, there was nothing he could do. As a police officer, he had to collect protection fees from society members on the road!
Can you feel the same way?
With no action from above and no support, the police below have to muddle along.
If drug dealers are the psoriasis of Mexico, then gangs are the product of social formation. These two are different, or the ways of obtaining funds are different.
For example, some of the most famous gangs in the United States rely on fighting and grabbing territory to collect protection fees. How many gangs are more powerful than drug dealers?
In the "Miami Drug War" that took place in the late 1970s, drug dealers led by Colombian female drug lord Blanco, nicknamed "Black Widow", suppressed local gangs to death.
There is no ability to resist at all.
Oh, Blanco belonged to the Medellin Group at the time.
Can even the so-called five major mafia families beat drug dealers?
They can't dispatch tens of thousands of armed gunmen.
"Piett!!"
Sweat suddenly shouted. The other party turned his head in confusion and saw his brother, lowering his voice and even trembling in his tone.
“I have been depressed for a long time now.”
Piette looked at him deeply, “Then go blow their heads off!”
“Sexoydrogas Bar "On the busiest street in Block 12, the environment here is slightly better, but only slightly.
At the door, you can also see a drunkard peeing openly.
In the alley next to him, the street girl holding a cigarette in her mouth glanced at him with a mocking smile on her lips, as if she was laughing at him for being like this.
Originally, there were people smoking drugs on the street, but because those drug dealers died so tragically, the ones who could leave their whole bodies behind were those who had done good things in their previous lives. They were also afraid, so they could only come here secretly.
Buzz~
The rapid siren suddenly came closer and closer.
Are there still police cars on 12th Street?
Many curious "locals" looked over and saw three police cars driving past.
The car also says EDN (Emergency Emergency Team throughout Mexico).
"Man, are you sure that turning on the loudspeaker won't disturb them?" Piette turned around and asked, "What if the drugs are destroyed?"
"How can the police sneak around? Come? Destroy it? I think he does!”
The police car parked opposite the bar. Dozens of police officers got out of the car and saw a yellow car driving slowly from a distance, planning to park in front of the bar. The car doors were open. Sweet stepped up and kicked the car door back. .
"Get out! This place is closed at night."
The middle-aged man driving the car looked at the battle and nodded quickly.
Sweat and others rushed into the bar. The music inside was very exciting, the air was filled with the smell of "deoxyribose", and there were people on the stage shaking their heads and acting like epilepsy.
Piette and his men went to turn on the light.
The dark bar suddenly became brighter, and Sweet glanced out of the corner of his eye to see many men and women hurriedly putting on their clothes at the booths in the corner.
“The police are checking!”
This sentence has really never appeared in Tijuana.
The people in the bar were also confused and looked at each other.
"After receiving a clue that there is illegal activity here, get up. The men stand on the left and the women on the right." A police officer shouted.
"Officer, where are you standing if you're not a man or a woman?" A young man with a bare upper body and dyed yellow hair laughed loudly and shouted, surrounded by his companions who laughed when they heard his words.
The police officer turned to look at Sweet, who walked over and stared at Huang Mao, who still held his head high, looking very unconvinced.
Sweat smiled, pulled out the gun, pointed it at his balls, and pulled the trigger!
bong!
It exploded!
"Ouch!!!!" Huang Mao lay on the ground, twitching, rolling his eyes, yelling twice, and then he came over.
"Neither man nor woman, die in the middle!"
Sweat pointed to the man and woman next to him who immediately shut up, "Stand still!"
Now they Everyone is more obedient than anyone else.
The police in Tijuana are so brave!
"Officer! Officer!"
A middle-aged man with dreadlocks ran down from the second floor, rubbing his hands, "How can I help."
As he said this, he held a bunch of Throw the money in.
"Where's Felix Hills? I'm looking for him." Sweet pushed his hand away and said calmly, "Ask me something."
The middle-aged man was startled. , "The police officer is a bit unfamiliar. He has just been transferred here. We have already paid the money for this month."
Sweet's expression changed. It looked like there was a protective umbrella here.
“Go up and have a look.”
Piette pushed aside the middle-aged man and was about to go up to the second floor when he heard a yell, “Who asked you to come up here? !”
Looking up, a black man walked down. His beard was a bit white, and he looked nondescript.
Sweat glanced at him up and down, "Felix Hills?"
The other party looked at him wildly, and when he saw his police rank, his face showed obvious impatience and disdain. "CNMD! Are you looking down on me?"
Sweat slapped him in the face, took the rifle of the police officer next to him, and hit the black man who fell on the ground hard. When the middle-aged man with dreadlocks saw this and was about to rush forward, Piet pointed his gun at him.
Grabbing the black man's hair, Sweet pressed him against the railing, blood dripping from the railing along his brow bone.
“When asked by the police, answer yes or no!”
"Show me your face? Who do you think you are?!"
Sweat pulled his head and hit him hard, "Answer me, are you Felix Hills!"
"Yes" The other party was obedient now.
“Have you ever smuggled drugs, trafficked people, or forced girls into prostitution?”
How should others answer this question?
Will anyone come to a regular bar?
Sweat understood, let go, pointed at Felix Hills, and faced Piet, "Shoot!"
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The black man who fell to the ground opened his eyes wide when he heard these two words. When two police officers came over and took his arms, he really panicked, "I want to call a lawyer! I want to call a lawyer!" Call a lawyer!”
“In Baja California, you don’t need to call a lawyer, call a lawyer!”
The police officers dragged Felix Hills outside the door, kicked him and knelt on the ground. One person pulled his head, and the other held a pistol to his head from behind, jumping up and down!
Fire three shots in a row!
The corpse knelt on the ground for a while, then fell into an S shape.
When the homeless man leaning against the wall and smoking a cigarette outside saw this scene, he took a breath and sucked the cigarette butt he picked up directly into his mouth.
The lady was so frightened that she ran away in high heels.
The drunk one was still lying on the ground snoring.
The sound of gunshots reached the bar, and the group of men and women who were dancing wildly hugged each other and trembled.
They are not afraid of the sky or the earth, they are just afraid of the caliber.
"Search inside carefully, even the toilet must be dismantled." Sweet said with a gloomy face.
One night, 15 neighborhoods in Tijuana were raided.
Of course not everything was smooth sailing, there was a shootout and the local gangs were very uncooperative.
Then suppress it!
(Mexican Emergency Response Team) EDN directly mobilized armored vehicles to "physically" persuade the gangsters who were stubbornly resisting.
All stowaways and refugees are required to log in.
The person sitting in Tijuana now is "Caliber God Victor", not "God Loves the World".
The next day, as soon as Victor arrived at the office, Casare walked in, still holding documents in his hand.
"Boss, this is the result of last night's operation."
Victor took a sip of water, took over and turned two pages, listening to Casare saying, "A total of 32 seized Tons of drugs, including up to 11 tons in Block 12, killed 172 criminals and rescued 1,312 women. They were found on a dock in Block 10 and had been stuffed into containers to be shipped to Europe."
"In addition to these, we also destroyed an illegal organ trafficking medical facility in District 7 and found 17 kidneys, 21 livers, and 2 hearts, which were to be sent to the United States."
“There is also a smuggling network that organizes people to smuggle people across the country by boat from the beach to Santiago. But in a van in District 13, we found 78 people, but 31 of them had died of hypoxia. ”
Each of these cold numbers is a life.
Victor's face turned gloomy when he heard this.
“Asshole!”
He smashed the document on the table, “Such a large quantity means that these industrial chains are already deeply rooted here. Keep checking, I won’t I believe they have no protection behind them, and they have declared that human smuggling, organ trafficking and gun sales are the same as drug trafficking. If caught, they will be shot! "
In Mexico, you are not suitable for using "moderate" methods at all, God! I have to say "Holy shit!"
This location is so good. The 3,169-kilometer U.S.-Mexico border is filled with crime, and half of it is in hell.
It is said that some people smoked cows and cows just to run to the other side.
“We must not stop teaching local communities, we must continue to crack down hard, repair three more prisons in Baja California, and let them produce us some sunshades or other tools that tourists need.”
"We can pull some well-behaved criminals from the Alpine Prison and let them serve as managers. We want to bring the "Alpine Prison Style" to all of Mexico."
"Boss, I think maybe we should put them in prison X is castrated so that their work efficiency will not be reduced due to puberty. ”
When Victor heard this, he was confused and nodded, "It's useless to keep it."
That's it, committing crimes in Mexico will cause the functions to malfunction.
"Director!!"
Suddenly, I saw the secretary rush in anxiously, his face turned red, "Something happened!"
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"Sonora, Chihuahua, Sinaloa, Durango, and Coahuila formed the "Five-State Alliance" and announced that they were dissatisfied with Cuauquemot's appointment of Victor and would suspend tax payments and impose Baja California is on lockdown! Never allow a single piece of corn to enter Baja California!"
"And call for unnecessary war, stop the killing, stop the persecution!"
"Until the government announces the move against Victor! Punishment, he is a war lunatic and a tyrant!”
The spokesperson of the so-called “Five Continents Alliance” on TV righteously criticized Victor’s “killing” policy.
Also, Mexico may have drug traffickers, but they are just civilians forced by life, not devils with heinous crimes.
Victor is the devil!
"Tyrant! Tyrant! Tyrant!" On TV, the parade was huge, holding banners, and a bearded man shouted at the camera, "Victor is a tyrant, he is killing Mexico . ”
Everyone in the conference room was quiet, glancing at Victor at the main table.
“How long can the food in Baja California last?”
“If we control the market fluctuations, it can only last for 3 days.” said a city hall staff member.
Victor nodded. He wanted to develop for a while, but these people didn't allow it, so he jumped out immediately.
“We have no food, but we have guns. If they dare to sympathize with drug dealers, they must be hiding drugs!”
“Take our police officers to have a look!! ”
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(End of this chapter)